Marked

Marked by Kilted Wookie Her skin was marked. Hot lines, angry lines; such a contrast from the pale, soft white skin between them. They were the lingering evidence of the belt's kiss. In her mind, she relived the thrashing; feeling the hot tears on her face as she was made to count each stinging lash.... Continue Reading →

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His Hands

His Hands by Kilted Wookie She moved into his embrace and felt his hands explore her. As his lips pressed against hers, his right hand gripped her bottom tightly; his fingertips digging into her skin. She was hungry for him; her body ached, she felt myself grow wetter as the anticipation built. “Bend over!” he... Continue Reading →

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